I saw her from my balcony one day. She told me that she had come for a week. We both had finished 12th that time. We planned to meet for cycling in th...e evening. She wore tights and a crop top. Her shape was vividly clear. Her stomach and lower back were tight and sexy. I stared at her booty and legs constantly during cycling. We talked about exams, career, and family. After a great cycling session, we decided to meet after dinner for watching a movie in her room.I reached her house at 9. Her. . and Mother, had really won. And at what I thought was still an entirely acceptable total cost.I had the small tiny feeling that the cost would still yet somehow manage to grow over the years, and perhaps never really be considered ‘paid in full’.The heroic Quest was over – good had conquered over evil. Shouldn’t that mean that we would all live now Happily Ever After?First of all, the heroes and heroines were an exhausted wreck. Our cavalry, men, centaurs and horses were a mass of bandages. Joan was in my room and shemade me take a bath. Worse yet, she was going to give me one. I wasn'tallowed to take a bath (or a shower) without Joan being there. I wasstill too young.I walked into the bathroom. Joan followed me."I can do this myself," I informed her."I know you're a big girl William, but I have to be here. Who knows whatcould happen?" Nothing is going to happen." Fine, then nothing will happen." So why can't I do it by myself?" Well, maybe next time. If I see you are grown-up. " The familiar voice of Caerys' father sounded through the crackling connection of a walkie-talkie. "Bring me the virgin unsullied when you're finished." Yes, Mr Michaelson." The bulky black figure — presumably Sable — replied, looking around at his four cohorts. One of them, stood behind Sophie, reached down and dragged her to her feet by the hair."I'll take her to the car now, Sable." He grunted."You always were a fucking idiot, Samuel." Caerys spat. "Unless you think that the kid's Jesus, it.